A Secret Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

Did he know something had someone told him was Rosie In the span of three seconds, her thoughts completed a full rollercoaster loop and arrived, breathless, back at the start. She forced her expression into something neutral. Ethan had paused at the sound of his name, and now he studied her with faint, unhurried interest one eyebrow lifted a fraction. "You know who I am?" Safe answer. Safest answer. Now. Vivian shaped her mouth into a politely surprised smile. "The CEO of Hartwell Empire Group." A small, casual shrug. "I don't watch much news, but I've seen you on television. You're not exactly difficult to recognize."

"What did she say?" Sienna finally looks at me. Eyes apologetic. Her mouth opens anyway. "She said he was rich. That she'd never have to work again if she played her cards right." My blood freezes. That's a lie, I never said that. Never. Victoria continues. "Did Ms. Hart discuss getting pregnant?" "She said it would be the smartest thing she could do. Lock down a billionaire with a baby." "Objection!" Daniel stands. "This is clearly fabricated testimony."

She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale. Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.

she said as she formed quotation marks with her fingers, “had already dropped out of sight. I couldn’t even find a F******k page with him on it.” “Looks like you were had too,” Lisa stated and sipped her coffee. “My god, Regina, you hit the jackpot this time,” Rachel said with excitement. “And to think, I could have had him. A billionaire. Wait till Sidney finds out you’re dating a billionaire. He’ll choke on his own tie.” “I would love to be a fly on the wall when that cheating scum bag finds out,” Mika said. The ladies laughed, but Regina didn’t find it funny at all.

My thoughts reminded me of the point that led us here. I'd been watching my favorite boy band at my apartment when my grandfather suddenly appeared and told me to join him for a morning ride. I'd put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants, and joined him in his affairs, only to discover that he tricked me to go with him to a conference hall that was stacked with a hundred media-related personnel. I didn't take it seriously because my grandfather was always meaning to take me everywhere with him. But unexpectedly, he made an announcement that shook the world's structure in business, and threw me off my feet. He announced I, Bianca Maria Rossi as his heir and gave me everything he owned, publi

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

Priscilla’s POV At the secret facility of the shadow pack. I was on my bed, phone in hand, legs crossed, thumb scrolling like it was the only thing keeping me sane. My eyes were burning from staring too long, but I didn’t stop. I was searching for something. Any dirty scandal about Selena. But of course, there was nothing. What the hell was I expecting? She’s the perfect heiress, after all. The world sees her as untouchable. The walking, breathing version of money, power, and pedigree. Even if that ice queen murdered a baby on live TV, her father would bury it so deep even the goddess wouldn’t find it.